A funny thing happened on the way to get pregnant

I can't tell you how many times I've had one of those out-of-body experiences during this whole TTC adventure. Where I step outside of my physical self and just try process it all. Last night was one of those moments...

I finally scored an ultrasound appointment for 10 o'clock last night. Having tried unsuccessfully to make the appointment on my lunch break, I ended up making the call while simultaneously dealing with 23 needy 2nd graders. I grabbed a pack of sticky notes and frantically scratched out the details from the nurse as I continued putting out miscellaneous "fires" in the classroom. The only thing I really thought about after the call was, Don't pee an hour before the procedure. Got it.

As we left for the appointment, I grabbed my notes and realized I was supposed to drink 32 ounces of clear liquid an hour and a half BEFORE we got to the hospital. Oops. I pounded as much water as I could on the way and then drank the rest of my tea in the waiting room.

A piece of advice: If your x-ray tech comes out wearing Disney scrubs, be afraid.
She was a large, gruff lady with absolutely NO bedside manner. She brought us into a dark examining room with country music blaring from some crappy radio. She asked me to lift my shirt, then squirted some gel on my stomach. After about two minutes of rubbing the little wand all over, she stopped and scolded me for not following directions. "You didn't have a full bladder so I couldn't get a good picture."
Shit.
She told me to go to the bathroom and empty my almost-empty bladder and come back for the vaginal ultrasound. Fun.
As she was exploring around in my uterus, taking pictures and whatnot, I almost got a terrible case of the church giggles. I'm lying there, feet in the stirrups, trying to go to a happy place when all of a sudden some country song comes on about this guy whose girlfriend "drinks whiskey and gets frisky!" I nearly lost it. K caught my eye and smiled and I had to look away and bite the insides of my cheeks. I knew if I started laughing, I wouldn't stop.

Well, I hope she got some good photos of the "gargantuan black hole" (a.k.a. ovarian cyst) so we can get past this. When it was over, she handed me a towel and said, "Have a good night and good luck." The moment she walked out of the room, K and I cracked up. The entire night was so bizarre, there was nothing else to do but laugh.
And since we have to take another month off and can't inseminate again (Grrrrrrrr...) I'm thinking I might as well get some whiskey and get frisky this weekend.
Cheers, bitches!